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well, it was all true

every so-called forewarning

shrugged off, forgotten and cataloged

the whole committee of like-minded souls

a man, he looks around

tries to give some comfort

crying is all he hears

what was he expecting?

hopeless

helpless

countryside is overwhelmed

isn’t enough to describe

a pervasive sense of dread

mind circles around again

suffering, showering

as a submission to the sea

it becomes a certain destiny

leaving an empty hollow